Thoughts slip away before I can think. I write them down with water for ink. The mind and the 'verse, they both interlink, Destruction, decay and death on the brink. - By Randall Evans.
I love to hold you with eyes closed, To tell you what you need to know: * If you couldn’t use your legs, I’d lend my legs to you. “Oh darling, I can’t feel my feet, are all your sweet words true?” As true as I, I’ll lift you high. All through the love I... Continue Reading →
Beware the path of instant dread, That easy stream inside your head. Red herrings swoop and plague your brain, "What could be? Is it me? Conclusions falling cold as rain. . Infant thoughts so soft and small, While waiting longer for a call. Clawing, scratching, desperate plea. "What to do? Not a clue!" Don't follow... Continue Reading →
Unexpected memory of a corridor Voices roaring down the hall A birthday held when I was four - Not for me, for the jolly good fellow. An old man’s song if ever bellowed. On a night that feels both mad and mellow. - I mused a moment, child's mind, Who were his friends there by... Continue Reading →
It was a cold miserable morning. The weather’s ice cold winds melted into my bones, yet I hadn’t even left the house. The rain fell all night without any hint of a cozy undertone. The city was crowded with dreamless faces and deathly stares. The shelters were shoulder to shoulder with slow moving pedestrians that... Continue Reading →
A week of trekking through torrential rain has my energy depleted, but as I turn my eyes to the sky I see her. The oldest tree in existence. I fall to my knees beneath the terrifying branches that hang over me like the pain of time pressing on my chest. In my delirium I get... Continue Reading →
We live in an age of superficial sexual pleasures. An age where we confuse consequence with cause. Instead of attraction being an organic combination, selection of a partner is now determined by one thing. Looks. The swirling pool of flesh bombards the retinas without any imagination required. Dating is a violent sport. Instead of being... Continue Reading →
Curves that dance and sway and sing, That help us dream up anything. But, life is square for human beings, Build by those with sight unseeing.
A dead tree alone in a dessert. Burnt, it’s branches claw at the sky. Slowly, the scene tilts. The sky now below, the dessert above. The tree hangs like a gothic chandelier.
My guest keeps saying the same thing, but I can’t here it’s voice. It whispers, “Remember.” My uninvited guest is the byproduct my life circumstances that I, clearly, couldn’t handle the way my brain wanted me to.